Lecturer Lin was especially excited. "Really?! Let's try it at the Shooting Range?!"
Xia Chujian said, "Sure! I tested it just now. Its speed, accuracy, lethality, and other performance metrics have already reached the limit for this kind of material."
"But the data I produce isn't very convincing, since even with the most outdated ordinary rifle, I can score ten rings on a moving target."
"Still, I hope that even ordinary people who don't know how to shoot can use the gun I made to score at least eight rings on a stationary target and six rings on a moving target."
"My dream is for everyone to be a sharpshooter!"
Lecturer Lin stared at Xia Chujian in astonishment, completely at a loss for words.
Ordinary people who had never fired a gun could score eight rings on a stationary target using the gun she had made?!
Did she know what she was saying?! But then again, while he knew a little about shooting, he was hardly much better than ordinary people...
Although he was a teacher at the Military Academy, his fellow professors all knew that he was practically a born failure when it came to using guns! That was why he had become the teacher for Gunsmithing.
Refusing to admit defeat, he had worked hard and studied Gunsmithing techniques diligently, hoping to shake off the label of "gun-using failure."
He only hoped that one day, he could make a gun that would let a useless case like him—someone born with no aptitude for using guns—experience the joy of being a "sharpshooter"!
And his standard for being a sharpshooter was scoring six rings on a stationary target! Lecturer Lin turned the gun over and over in his hands, and gradually, light appeared in his eyes.
The two arrived at